River's End: River on Fire Part 6

"This spot is incredible. No wonder you didn't want to give it up to the resort."

Joey swam circles around her, leaving her alone so he could mess around with Charlie, and naturally Jacob too. The two boys were racing each other by swimming upriver and Joey joined in. He had the muscle and authority to give them a real challenge. After half an hour, Cami had to go home so Brianna volunteered to walk back with her. Hearing that, Charlie and Jacob were instantly out of the water and up the beach trail, obviously conspiring about something. The girls quit drying off hastily and ran after them. A few minutes later, a series of high-pitched screeches and screams suggested the boys must have hidden in the lengthening shadows just to scare them.

All the while, Hailey floated downriver, alone and contemplative. Joey swam underwater and took several powerful strokes to distract him from the thoughts of Hailey and the exacerbating heat. He was trying to burn off some of the feelings rus.h.i.+ng through him. Nerves. He nearly coughed as the realization struck him all at once. Why the h.e.l.l would he be so nervous to talk to a woman? It was completely unprecedented. But with Hailey, he was. When he stood up, his shoulders were barely above the surface. Hailey floated up in a black inner tube.

"Dark enough to hide in now?" he asked, smiling with glee. She glared at him.

"Glad I no longer have an audience. Your little stunt left me looking like a wet t-s.h.i.+rt contest winner."

"You liked it. You were steaming up and kept staring at the water with longing but you were too lazy to go back and put your swimsuit on."

She grimaced and smiled finally. "How did you know that?"

"The look on your face."

"Which was?"

"Longing. You wanted to join your kids. But Brianna's unreasonable wrath and anger made you hesitate. I might be out of line here, but you've got to quit letting her do that, and that's another story."

"Why do you keep giving me advice on parenting? You don't even have kids. You'd have been only ten years old to have Brianna."

That put it in its proper context. It being the age factor. Hailey was hung up on it. Joey wasn't. He saw the numbers there and felt the vibes from the person he saw before him. She wasn't good at blending them. Her strident tone indicated that was not her intent.

The dusk obscured her figure when she stood up finally, still clutching the round, black inner tube around her waist and tucking it up under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s so there was no chance of Joey seeing anything. She stepped out from the water. The warm air was soothing now, where earlier, it had been almost unbearable with so much heat. Especially while they were playing volleyball. She dropped the inner tube to grab a towel Joey left on the log.

"You lose a dry towel for your mean stunt," she called out to him as he dipped under the surface once more before emerging from the water. The water ran in steady drops down his sleek body. He squeegeed his hair between his fingers and more dropped droplets fell.

The air felt nice on his wet body and he flashed a smile. "Enjoy it."

She wiped her exposed skin impulsively. Her khaki shorts had soaked up more water than the rest of the material and kept dripping uncomfortably down her legs. She turned, wrapping the towel around her middle, and shocked Joey further when he saw her shorts drop to the sand with a soft plop! Something tightened in his stomach. He realized she was only wearing her damp panties and standing just a few feet away from him. Never mind that she was covered from her waist to her ankles in the heavy terry-cloth towel. Still, there was something Joey found very erotic about the image. She kicked her shorts up and hooked a finger in them to carefully place them on the log near her. "That's better. Those felt awful. Thank you very much."

Joey tried to keep calm, turning his gaze towards the water. It was almost black now, but for the pale white line across the river that rapidly slid under the inky surface.

"Fun, Hailey. You just needed to have some fun. Wet shorts are a minor price to pay for an authentic smile. And you did smile and look happy."

She sat behind him on the log and started finger-combing her wet hair, tugging intermittently at the occasional snarls. Joey was pleasantly astonished when she stayed. He sat down near her and she glanced at him from the corners of her eyes. Silence hung between them for several long moments as the night shadows swallowed the land. Stars glittered as a three-quarter moon began to descend, s.n.a.t.c.hing the fading light.

She finally sighed. "It was a lot of fun. This place is so much fun."

He turned and glanced at her. The towel opened above her knee, revealing more skin. Joey battled the strong, almost torturous, desire to rest his hand on the skin above her knee. He longed to rub, pat, touch, and explore her wet body higher and higher, seeking the damp barrier of her underpants and then...

He squirmed as his hungry body reacted to his fantasies and instantly averted his gaze. What was that? He felt like he was sixteen. Ready and willing at any time for any partner. Kind of like the way Brianna acted toward him. But now he didn't fantasize about women because he didn't have to. In the past, if he wanted a woman, he simply asked her out. But he didn't know how to approach Hailey. But he wanted to. He yearned for Hailey. The woman next to him had such a pretty, engaging smile. Seldom did she allow it to appear. She had a soft voice and a gentle way about her. Her fierce determination to fix things with her kids went so far beyond the effort her daughter showed toward her. He respected that. He respected her. He liked her. He looked forward to her company. At the very sight of her, he almost ran toward her like a hungry puppy. A reaction unlike any he'd had to any woman ever. Still... she was a guest of the ranch. It wasn't like she'd be staying around here for any length of time. Nothing could come of it and Joey was tired of nothing ever coming into his life. He lacked deep connections. Sure, he had deep bonds with his family, but he wanted to feel that with a partner, an equal, a woman, a girlfriend. He wanted a d.a.m.n girlfriend that truly mattered to him. Like all three of his brothers found. He used to scoff at them. First, he was too young to even be interested in girlfriends and wives. Later, he just pitied them and was repelled at the idea, saying how glad he was not to be tied down with anyone.

But now? Now, he wanted what they all had. And the first woman that even began to capture his interest was a transient tourist in the area. Hours of driving stood between their homes. It was not a feasible beginning for any kind of real relations.h.i.+p. Especially one that started out as a vacation. No one meets their soul mate on a freaking vacation. It was a summer fling, a mild flirtation, a brief liaison. It was fun too. He should know, having indulged in it time and time again. Why would he go looking for that?

But his d.a.m.n heart, head, and even his body refused to listen to reason. Leaning towards her, he was watching the breeze catch a few wisps of her hair that frizzed out from her scalp as it dried. The rest of her mane was still damp and heavy on her head. He lifted his hand and smoothed the hairs back over her temple and above her ear. She froze at his sudden contact. He almost did too. What was he doing? She'd surely reject him. It would be humiliating. Awkward. He'd have to hide on his own ranch, the place where he lived and worked. She'd have to leave. Check out. Maybe even claim s.e.xual hara.s.sment.

But none of the dire warnings could stop him.

"It's nice to see you having fun. You have a lovely smile. When you release your kids, especially Brianna, and their troubles, and let yourself, the real you, smile, it's hard to look away from." He almost winced. It sounded like a trite line. One he wasn't above using in the past either. Only he wasn't using a line this time; he meant it. He watched her chest rise and fall as her head turned barely an inch but enough for her gaze to find his. Her tongue was visible on her lips.

"I'll bet you've used that line plenty of times before. It must be easy for you, huh? Except you forget who you're doing it with."

The age thing again. He held her gaze in the dim light. Keeping his tone low and light so as not to scare her, he sought words of diplomacy and tact. He wanted to tell her before she bolted, or packed up and left, but he had trouble finding the right words to apologize. The signals she was giving off were strong: she had no interest in him. Not like this. But there were a few fleeting glimpses of something more that gave him a sliver of hope to hang on to. He really liked her. He was inexplicably attracted to her and couldn't talk himself out of it.

"No. How many women have I hit on before who have a daughter named Brianna? That right there shoots your accusation to h.e.l.l. I meant what I said to you, Hailey Starr. The woman right next to me, now."

"I don't want to be hit on," she whispered, licking her lips, her eyes widening in abject horror.

"I don't want to hit on you," he replied. "It feels a lot different than that. From what I usually do."

He kept his eyes riveted on hers. Then they roamed over her face, her cheeks, and mouth, where they rested. Holding his gaze steady, he gently leaned forward, all the while keeping it slow. Hailey had every opportunity to bolt, or slap him, or stand up, or simply turn her head, but she didn't. She stayed rooted to the spot and her eyelids rounded like saucers as the whites of her eyes showed even more. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Joey twisted his torso, and lifted his hands so he could cup her jaw with both of them, cradling her face. He was inches from her as his eyes rose up to find hers. He wanted to seek her permission. She swallowed. Her throat vibrated and she blinked longer, letting her lashes fall over her eyes as she barely seemed to hold her breath. Was it in antic.i.p.ation? He sincerely hoped so.

Joey's mouth finally touched hers. Gently, and ever so softly, their lips touched and caressed the other's. He held her reverently, and her bones felt so fragile and bird-like in his hands. His thumbs moved to caress the soft skin bracketing her mouth and he withdrew his mouth from hers to watch when her eyelids fluttered open. She could move away. She would now. But no. She just stared deeply into his eyes as his remained fastened on hers.

Then he leaned in again and this time, he applied more pressure and she pressed back. Her lips stayed closed, but their wetness set off a strong reaction inside his body. He slipped his tongue between her lips; then her tongue darted out in response. Eagerly, her mouth consumed his mouth before he could further attempt to enter hers. She leaned towards him, letting their mouths feast, twisting their tongues and pursing their lips. They moved and he finally had to let go of her face in order to brace himself on the log to keep from falling off. The pressure of her leaning towards him was becoming unsustainable. He managed to grab her shoulders as his arms held her, pressing harder into her kiss and losing his breath. His heart tapped and pounded in his chest. His entire body reacted to her.

His hands longed to abandon her back and gently brush her damp hair, holding the back of her neck, and rubbing the skin there. But he didn't do that. He gently ended the kiss, withdrawing his tongue and peppering her in a series of kisses that eventually returned to her lips. They rested with their foreheads together, their warm breaths mingling and their eyes firmly fastened on each other in a deep stare.

"Joey? What..." she whispered but her words faded as she held his gaze. He was sure she wanted to ask, What are we doing? or Why did you do that? Those and more questions flooded her confused mind. But while staring into each other's eyes, in the dim hours of the night, words ceased to matter any longer and none needed to be exchanged. They were communicating every thought between them with their eyes. Joey loved hearing the sound of her husky voice saying his name, however. It stirred up his body and made his heart pound harder.

Slipping his hands into her hair, he pulled her face towards his to gently kiss her lips again, her cheek, the side of her eyes, and her temples. He placed her face against his neck. Winding her arms around his neck, she let her body press against his side and finally relaxed in his embrace. The night fully engulfed them and Joey felt like he'd come home at last. Something deep and heavy filled his heart with warmth. Her warmth was radiating inside him, empowering him. He closed his eyes to absorb the affection her body offered him, and the satisfaction it set off in his chest. A single kiss ignited what might have been the first time Joey ever considered a woman as something he desperately needed, wanted, and loved.

Chapter Five.

s.h.i.+VERS BROKE OUT OVER Hailey's arms and she trembled as she rested against Joey's damp, hot skin. He must have felt her chill because he gently pulled her closer to him. His surprising embrace. It was long and sweet and so unlike the heated, hungry kiss that had her wet and willing in about three seconds. Embarra.s.singly easy. Like losing the top of her head easy. But Joey didn't push that dynamic. No. He pulled back. He kissed her and then... he held her. Eventually, she moved around to signal she had to leave.

As they parted, she kept her face pointed downward. It was puerile, like something Brianna would do if she felt uncomfortable. Instead of addressing it head on, she childishly pretended nothing was happening. She took more than enough time just getting to her feet, guardedly clutching the towel close to her. "I should get back to the cabin, you know, in case the kids come back."

She was making lame excuses obviously. When was the last time she felt shy over a kiss? A simple kiss. It was nothing. There was no reason for her to feel awkward or self-conscious; it was a kiss. An exchange of hot spit. Really, there was absolutely nothing more to it than that. It didn't mean anything and it really did not have to be weird. People with less of a shared history than she and Joey possessed did it all the time. So... what's a kiss? Nothing.

Except Hailey felt fl.u.s.tered and confused because that kiss seemed like so much more. That was ridiculous because they were nearly opposite in everything about them: from their gap in ages, to their looks, their conflicting stages in life, their relations.h.i.+p statuses, their jobs and even where they both lived. They had nothing in common.

However, she could not deny that he was the first person in she didn't know how long to make her smile. And it happened a lot. She smiled an awful lot whenever she was around him.

He stood up behind her without replying to her inane comment because she was nearly shaking with raw nerves and visibly fl.u.s.tered. Additionally, being half turned on, she almost didn't recognize what it felt like anymore.

He remained quiet but indicated for her to go up first on the beach trail. They didn't speak for the rest of the way back to the main part of the ranch. Looking back at the area where all of his family had houses, Hailey's curiosity overtook her. "Which one is yours?"

"That one." Joey waved towards a small rambler with a covered porch. The rear view overlooked the river and a peaked overhang covered the deck and patio set. What a perfect spot to enjoy the river. She was impressed, but ignored the sensation. Glancing around, she spotted a large A-frame two-story house with huge wings jutting off from each side. Another house was essentially a log cabin, and reminiscent of the main house but much smaller. He waved toward them. "That one is Jack's and the other belongs to Ian."

How strange, she thought. They all had their own little lane here, their own private neighborhood. And each house was completely different from the others.

She thought he'd stop there and leave her, so she stood still for an awkward moment. "Um, I should-"

"I'll walk you back. It's longer than you think once it gets dark and from here on out, the path is not lighted. Besides your kids are probably on the resort grounds anyway, with Charlie. They often go there after dark."

She nodded gratefully, still clutching her wet shorts and rewrapping the towel around her to guard her modesty and prevent Joey from seeing her not-so-small, bare a.s.s.

Trailing behind Joey, Hailey didn't fail to notice the odd quiet between them. Sure enough, when they returned to the resort, there they were. All gathered around a crackling campfire in the large fire pit sat her kids and Charlie. She sighed contentedly. They were all smiling. They looked as if they were happily interacting and having fun.

"They're roasting marshmallows."

"Figured they might be. Usual thing to do after dark with those guys." She stopped and stared at them in nearly drooling awe. Her kids looked... like they used to. Before. Before everything all went to s.h.i.+t. Before she and Brent hurt them so selfishly.

"My kids haven't looked that innocent, or... that happy in a very long while. And certainly not with me around."

Joey turned towards her. She couldn't make out his facial expression until he stepped a bit closer to her. She felt him studying her. Then he suddenly swept her off the path, moving to a tree to their right and going behind it. He pushed her against it as his mouth descended on hers. This time, there was no hesitancy on her part... or his. His lips opened over hers and she responded in kind as their tongues collided together. She dropped everything she was previously clutching so desperately. Her damp shorts fell to her feet before the towel opened and landed on top of them. And ridiculous as it must have looked, she could only imagine. She was weak-kneed, propped against the trunk of a cottonwood tree, its rough bark pressing into her shoulders, her b.u.t.t cheeks, and her upper thighs. Joey, meanwhile, loomed over her, a solid, impa.s.sioned presence above her. Her hands clutched his shoulders, and this time, there was an eagerness their first kiss never had a chance to attain.

She held herself up as her hands found his hair and slid into the silky, smooth strands. Tearing his mouth from hers, his tongue slid down to her jaw and neck. She moaned softly as the wet warmth traveled over her skin and tickled her ear. He paused to dip his tongue inside it, sending a wave of s.h.i.+vers down her entire body as volcanic heat literally poured out of her core like lava. She gripped his hair tighter, restlessly, and purposefully when his mouth touched her neck and her collarbone, and all the while, her hands were unable to stop moving. She wanted to imprint every inch of his smooth skin and warm touch in her memory.

His hands left her waist where he pulled her against him and headed towards her underwear. He took the sides in his hands and pushed them up before bunching them all around her b.u.t.t cheeks. The way he squeezed and manipulated them made her knees buckle and she began to sway. Everything went hazy as her desire and libido awakened every nerve ending in her body.

She almost screamed out for him to touch her, lick her, and kiss her everywhere. Especially the place where his fingers were so close to entering. Her hips seemed to be pus.h.i.+ng closer to his warm hands. Gooseb.u.mps broke out all over her skin.

His lips returned to her mouth and he pressed her against his groin in ways that soon had her stomach churning. An endless desire for more of the heat that p.r.i.c.ked her, and the solid feel of his turned-on body, so heavy and hot against her own wet, needy form, nearly made her gasp.

His hands gripped the sides of her panties and he pushed them down a few inches as her entire body strained towards him. She seemed to be screaming, Yes. Now. Please. She wanted to vocalize each one aloud but something, some kind of inner restraint, kept her quiet as she engulfed his delicious mouth in hers.

His fingers trailed down over the side of her hip and her thigh before resting at the junction of warm, damp heat that was now dripping from her. He touched her gently. She was in such a fever of torment, she was ready to sit on his hand and force him inside her. But she remembered and realized Joey was gentle. The first kiss was so gentle. The first touch too. His first touch down there. Also gentle. Cautious. As if he were asking for her permission.

She kind of liked the sweet politeness of it, which was totally unexpected.

She was nearly gulping for air by the time his mouth lifted off hers, and after a few lingering kisses, his expression was hard to read in the darkness. The air was all warm around them now, thankfully cooler and much more pleasant. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers. She nearly whimpered her need when his fingers didn't proceed any further. While they hesitated, pausing there, her heart tripled its beat with need and antic.i.p.ation. Oh, how badly she needed him. But he was slowing down and eventually, he lifted his hand away from her, gently replacing her underwear. She released a long sigh and stared at his eyes, which were so close now.

"Not here," he whispered.

She gritted her teeth, ready to beg for the opposite. Of course he was right. They were outside and the kids weren't too far off. Other people could be strolling the same path. But... but... she really didn't give a s.h.i.+t in that particular moment.

She jerked back and stared up at him. Of course she gave a s.h.i.+t. What if someone saw them? That was definitely not her. To be caught half naked outside in the night air, all turned on and inappropriately with a guy half her age.

"Besides, I want you to be sure. You're not sure... not yet. I'm ready to wait until you are."

She closed her eyes, still clinging to his body, which now nearly held her up against the tree. Her hands were clutching his back and shoulders. When he took her in his arms again, his embrace was long and tight as he buried his face against her shoulder and back, his hands clutching her just as desperately as she did him.

Lonely.

That was what his hug, this tight, needy embrace managed to address inside her. There was a deep, lingering loneliness.

Stranger still, he seemed to cling to her just as much as she did to him. Did he suffer from the same problem? But why? How could he? So young, handsome, and successful, there was no reason this man... guy... kid should be lonely. And how could she, of all people, be the one to prevent it? No. No way. But still, they clung to each other.

Her body slowly started to calm down and the swelling of her heart and deep, gnawing desire abated gradually. A sense of reality started to return.

Dear G.o.d, she didn't start this, but weirder still, she didn't try to stop it either.

"Why did you do that?" she whispered into his ear, which was just inches from her mouth. They couldn't stop embracing. Clutching each other like frightened meerkats.

"You. I did that simply because of you."

Startled by his answer, and its simplicity, honesty, and overall sweetness, she was fl.u.s.tered and didn't know quite how to respond.

"But... but... it just doesn't make any sense."

His shoulders b.u.mped up and down under her arms. "It makes sense to me."

He said nothing further. No explanation of why. What could she possibly possess that would call to this young, ideal Adonis of a man?

She was finding that the longer she hung out with him, the less she worried so much about it. Once they started talking, he was funny and easy for her to relate to. He had some surprising observations. And for G.o.d's sake, he was always so nice. He wasn't anything like she expected him to be.

She was almost shame-faced now, when she thought, why not? Why had she a.s.sumed he wouldn't be so nice?

Then the faintly distant echo of the laughter and raised voices of kids br.i.m.m.i.n.g with excitement filled her ears. She burned up. If they saw her there... She shuddered at the thought. No, her brain could not dare to entertain that.

"I need to go now."

Joey pushed back from her and let her go. Again, she couldn't meet his gaze. She dropped down to collect her stuff and tried to maintain her dignity. He turned and stared up at the patches of sky through the tree branches. Millions of stars blinked in glittering relief against the velvety blackness of the summer sky.

Feeling somewhat respectable again, she stepped onto the path. "I have to get back before they do." The panic of reality suddenly burned brighter than all the rusty feelings he stirred up. G.o.d. She could not be caught wearing nothing but a towel around her and still half damp while it was dark outside. The obvious question from any of them would be, What the h.e.l.l have you been doing? He stepped closer. "They're still roasting marshmallows at the campfire."

She glared at him and started a power walk towards her cabin. He lagged behind for a moment but quickly caught up. "What exactly about me staring at my kids causes a reaction like that?"

Her tone was annoyed, her steps jerky. She should have bitten her tongue off for how rude that sounded. He followed her to her cabin and she almost told him to just leave... but no. Nope, she didn't.

"It wasn't your kids. It was you, or rather, your reaction to them. The joy you receive from them. I can't respect how much you care about them? It isn't like everyone, you know. You should see some of the s.h.i.+tty parenting I've witnessed coming through here."

She stopped up short, waiting at her door. His explanation had her spinning around in shock. It was oddly so sincere and such a nice a thing to say. She shook her head. "Of late, I'm not so full of joy anymore. I'm tired and cranky at them. I'm stressed out in general and unhappy and it becomes evident to people in everything I do and who I am. I haven't felt pa.s.sion or the urge to make myself attractive in years. Why? Because I'm too tired from being so miserable. How could you see that in me?"

She nearly started pacing. "I used to be pretty. When I was your age, I might have pa.s.sed for kind of pretty. Nothing like you, but pretty all the same. Now? What are you doing? What are you thinking? What is this thing you have for older women?"

He didn't reply to her inflammatory comments or worked-up tone. He lowered his voice, ignoring how she raised hers, instantly shaming her without any words. Yeah, sure. She was the mature one about this?

"I don't have a thing for older women. Never. Not once. I told you that already."

"Then what is it? That..." She flapped her hands towards the tree, further down the path, that d.a.m.n tree that made her feel like she nearly burned up just by remembering what happened. "What was that all about?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Interest, okay? Interest in you. Attraction to you. You feel it too, I know you do. You get nervous every time I'm around. So quit acting like it's so strange."

"Of course I get nervous. Because it doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't have to. Sometimes, you should just let things be."